Few can look upon his fearsome face without going blind
His voice is like thunder to my ears
Few can hear it without going deaf
His one eyed glare bores into my soul
The scowl he wears is darker than a thundercloud
Even his very presence chills my bones
Few are not driven insane
Consider yourselves lucky
You have survived an encounter with him

An army exceeding a million
Marches through the forest
Hunt prey bigger than themselves
Fearsome warriors they are
In their armor of black and brown
They leave no survivors in their path
Yet they are smaller than a your tooth